The Imaginary AdversaryI tried to write down words that would make me sound like a smart manI even wrote a thousand verses in a thousand styles that I don’t think you’ll understandBut when you are born to be furniture, or ever worse to be a damn carpetYou can only greet people by bowing down to their feet as the walk all over you.“Oh marvelous way of writing this newbie has”But fuck you cause goddamn it I’m not a noob“Such a foul mouth this so called gentle man has”I’ve seen more venomous things under a preacher’s tongue.How much dirt you think is needed to drown and finally kill this kid inside?He’s begging for attention, he’s been locked inside this dungeon for far too long“Oh my God, we need to gag him, hold his chains a little bit tighterCause damn him, man, he reminds all of us that we are still human.”“Slit his throat; that’s what he writes in most of his rhymes!”“You can throw him in the river; the stupid asswipe doesn’t know how to swim”“Don’t you fucking fall for his charm, he’s hypnotically seductive……when he speaks of this life in a way that makes us reflect about our own intents.”Oh, as god is my witness, I tried to write words that would fit your selective mindsBut you always change patterns as long as the patterns form a goddamn trend in lineAnd I can’t follow sheep that eat from their own defecation, no I can’t….I prefer to be my own underdog smelling my own ass as I shit all over you dumbasses.Enter second stanza, for those who doesn’t know that’d be the second verseSometimes I feel like aliens have urinated on my luck, and then left me naked in the universeAnother pill to pop as the popping sizzling sound of idiosyncrasy follows throughJust a step in the right direction in our “adhocracy” might rise for the occasion to save us all.